Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.